Tweakin'

This for the ones
 (Never had none and never been bought)
 Live by the gun
 (Die by the gun, rifle sun)
 Grind for the Ghost
 (World for my girl, rise for the hogs)
 Slide for the cross
 (Ride for the cross, nine to your dome)
 Work hard in the wild, bounty found
 Never checks, never count
 I suggest you pout
 I'ma send this nigga out, get blessed by the God
 Don't get clapped on
 Just a young black man with a backbone
 In the back come home, come black on
 In the Batmobile, Black Malcolm, yeah
 When Jibari died was off the porch for homicides
 Then when Hefe died, I bought some things to pass the gas
 But when Johnny died all I had was shows booked
 Down to burn in hell, I don't care how my soul look
 I know you gon' tell, I can tell by your fro's look
 But I love you still, flaws and all, you my dawg
 Put me behind bars and all 'cause we came up out the park
 It's just crazy seeing everybody change when things get hard
 We just lost somebody else this weekend, no no
 Think that I am jumping off the deep end, yeah yeah
 Nothing out of something I was leaving
 Tryna find my piece of mind, it's litting
 I'm tweakin', I'm tweakin'
 I'm tweakin', I'm tweakin'
 I'm tweakin', I'm tweakin'
 I'm tweakin', I'm tweakin'
 Look at how far we done came (yeah)
 Now I'm a face and a name (yeah)
 Just gotta call 'bout my tweets (yeah)
 Told me to watch what I'm sayin' (yeah)
 Just got a call 'bout the streets (yeah)
 Told me to watch for a Jeep (yeah)
 Liberty lurk in the east (yeah)
 They hoppin' out ready to squeeze (yeah)
 Niggas emotional nowadays
 Lyin', they hide their coward ways
 Crying in court when they catch a case
 Off of the porch at eleven grade
 Call in the week, when my mama prayed
 Prolly why none of my karma came
 Just put the Benz in my mama name
 Family first, I can't get re-raised
 Had me up in church at a young age
 Should've had the nigga at the gun range
 Woulda been a lot more useful shit
 Who up in the pulpit truthful shit
 Bunch of poor people gon' use the shit
 Might as well go and get used to it
 Tryna get rich, get everybody fed
 But everybody dead
 We just lost somebody else this weekend, no no
 Think that I am jumping off the deep end, yeah yeah
 Nothing out of something I was leaving
 Tryna find my piece of mind, it's litting
 I'm tweakin', I'm tweakin'
 I'm tweakin', I'm tweakin'
 I'm tweakin', I'm tweakin'
 I'm tweakin', I'm tweakin'
 Look how far we came
 ♪
 Look how far we came
 Big Boy's Neighborhood that's "Tweakin'" right there, man
 Y'all stick around, y'all radio's right here in Big Boy Neighborhood
 
 This for the ones
 (Never had none and never been bought)
 Live by the gun
 (Die by the gun, rifle sun)
 Grind for the Ghost
 (World for my girl, rise for the hogs)
 Slide for the cross
 (Ride for the cross, nine to your dome)
 Work hard in the wild, bounty found
 Never checks, never count
 I suggest you pout
 I'ma send this nigga out, get blessed by the God
 Don't get clapped on
 Just a young black man with a backbone
 In the back come home, come black on
 In the Batmobile, Black Malcolm, yeah
 When Jibari died was off the porch for homicides
 Then when Hefe died, I bought some things to pass the gas
 But when Johnny died all I had was shows booked
 Down to burn in hell, I don't care how my soul look
 I know you gon' tell, I can tell by your fro's look
 But I love you still, flaws and all, you my dawg
 Put me behind bars and all 'cause we came up out the park
 It's just crazy seeing everybody change when things get hard
 We just lost somebody else this weekend, no no
 Think that I am jumping off the deep end, yeah yeah
 Nothing out of something I was leaving
 Tryna find my piece of mind, it's litting
 I'm tweakin', I'm tweakin'
 I'm tweakin', I'm tweakin'
 I'm tweakin', I'm tweakin'
 I'm tweakin', I'm tweakin'
 Look at how far we done came (yeah)
 Now I'm a face and a name (yeah)
 Just gotta call 'bout my tweets (yeah)
 Told me to watch what I'm sayin' (yeah)
 Just got a call 'bout the streets (yeah)
 Told me to watch for a Jeep (yeah)
 Liberty lurk in the east (yeah)
 They hoppin' out ready to squeeze (yeah)
 Niggas emotional nowadays
 Lyin', they hide their coward ways
 Crying in court when they catch a case
 Off of the porch at eleven grade
 Call in the week, when my mama prayed
 Prolly why none of my karma came
 Just put the Benz in my mama name
 Family first, I can't get re-raised
 Had me up in church at a young age
 Should've had the nigga at the gun range
 Woulda been a lot more useful shit
 Who up in the pulpit truthful shit
 Bunch of poor people gon' use the shit
 Might as well go and get used to it
 Tryna get rich, get everybody fed
 But everybody dead
 We just lost somebody else this weekend, no no
 Think that I am jumping off the deep end, yeah yeah
 Nothing out of something I was leaving
 Tryna find my piece of mind, it's litting
 I'm tweakin', I'm tweakin'
 I'm tweakin', I'm tweakin'
 I'm tweakin', I'm tweakin'
 I'm tweakin', I'm tweakin'
 Look how far we came
 ♪
 Look how far we came
 Big Boy's Neighborhood that's "Tweakin'" right there, man
 Y'all stick around, y'all radio's right here in Big Boy Neighborhood